I was thirteen years old. I had been sick for almost two years and had been thrown out of school for fighting. Your sister came over to our house and ...efriended me; showed me kindness and understanding that I hadn't experienced in a long time. We soon became inseparable and shared everything. She told me all about you; how smart you were; how loving and helpful and protective you were. When I was here I carefully observed you as the two of you interacted. I would go home afterward and lay in. The cell was about three meters square and only contained the bed and toilet. She had just replaced her knickers and smoothed out her clothes including her white cotton blouse when the door swung open and in walked two weird figures. Their size suggested to Brandy that they were men, but the tight all over rubber suite that they were wearing showed no sign of a bulge between their legs and every sign of ample breasts. Every centimetre of their body was covered in tight black rubber and created. He would alternately suck nibble and bite this swollen nub, in between saying to her, do you want me to stop, or not. Diane could not make up her mind as she felt yet another orgasm flow from her now well sucked cunt. He just did not want to stop but with a cock that was getting so hard, it was beginning to hurt, had to have some relief, she did not realize it, but this was exactly the thing she had been craving, needed, and wanted. She was so wet that his big hard dick easily slipped into her. She wears no makeup, because we can't have it showing up on my collar. She wears no perfume because we can't have it clashing with my cologne. She is still the most beautiful and sexiest woman on the planet, not like that dumpy cow I'm married to. But I don't want to think about FLOTUS. It was the happiest day of my life when she told me there would be no more sex with her. I would rather pull my pud for months and have these few stolen moments with Sally than stick my dick in FLOTUS. So why am.